Three Rows a Penny pins!

A Bed Matt [mat] or a Door Matt!
Buy a fine Table Basket?
Ha, ha, Poor Jack!

Can hardly be called a London cry: the call of a well-known character, who, accompanied by his wife, sold fish.

Buy my Dish of great Eeles?

Buy a fine Singing Bird?

Buy a fine singing Bird?
Buy any wax or wafers?
Fine Writeing Ink!
A Right Merry Song!
Old Shoes for some Broomes!
Hott baked Wardens [stewed pears] Hott!
Small Coale!

Swift mentions this cry in his “Morning in Town.”

“The Small Coal Man was heard with cadence deep
Till drowned in shriller notes of ‘Chimney Sweep.’”